Damien woke to sunlight stabbing his eyes and the distinct feeling that his entire body had been put through a training regimen designed by sadists.
Every muscle ached. His back hurt. His hips hurt. Things he didn't know could hurt were definitely hurting.
Worth it, though.
Lyristae was still asleep beside him, one arm thrown over his chest, her face peaceful in a way he'd never seen while she was awake. Her hair was an absolute disaster, and there were marks all over her neck and shoulders that were definitely going to be visible.
Damien carefully extracted himself without waking her, which proved difficult given how thoroughly tangled they'd become. When he finally stood, he had to grip the bedpost for balance.
His legs were shaking.
"Okay," he muttered to himself. "Maybe we overdid it slightly."
